The Shop is Open
((Open to all!))
It was becoming close to dusk when he found stormclouds brewing in the skies. Aziraphale sighed and shuttered his windows; thankfully, he'd just seen a man about renting the upstairs temporarily instead of abusing his poor old flat. He had just about sold the flat, anyway; the couple looked so cold and they were homeless and didn't have money for a hotel while they looked for a home... The last landlord had been needlessly cruel, and the poor father-to-be needed to be in London in order to get to his job. It was a simple matter of extracting payment over the flat, something he rather didn't want to do unless they could properly afford it.
Aziraphale sighed and found a good novel amongst the stacks, pulling it to the front of the bookshop to his desk by the front store window, and settled in for a long read.
It had been a quiet day, despite all the new friends he had made, and he was starting to become accustomed to the life as a multiverse Sage. He and the Other Two (they weren't quite identical, for instance the other angel could have stawberries without being intensely allergic) had talked and sorted things out, and a book party was coming on Friday night. He was rather looking forward to it.
And Rosie had had quite the adventure. He was just beginning to get a glance of what had happened, but apparently it concerned an escaped serial murderer named Jane and a boy named Jonathon.
Aziraphale placed a bookmark in the book. He hadn't sold any books today, which really made it a Good Day, but he felt that any day without Crowley - the absence still nagged at him - was a Bad Day. Perhaps if he ran into a few more friends before the end of the day it would just turn out to be a Nice Day. Er. Despite the approaching weather. Oh dear. He felt himself growing disappointed.
It was becoming close to dusk when he found stormclouds brewing in the skies. Aziraphale sighed and shuttered his windows; thankfully, he'd just seen a man about renting the upstairs temporarily instead of abusing his poor old flat. He had just about sold the flat, anyway; the couple looked so cold and they were homeless and didn't have money for a hotel while they looked for a home... The last landlord had been needlessly cruel, and the poor father-to-be needed to be in London in order to get to his job. It was a simple matter of extracting payment over the flat, something he rather didn't want to do unless they could properly afford it.
Aziraphale sighed and found a good novel amongst the stacks, pulling it to the front of the bookshop to his desk by the front store window, and settled in for a long read.
It had been a quiet day, despite all the new friends he had made, and he was starting to become accustomed to the life as a multiverse Sage. He and the Other Two (they weren't quite identical, for instance the other angel could have stawberries without being intensely allergic) had talked and sorted things out, and a book party was coming on Friday night. He was rather looking forward to it.
And Rosie had had quite the adventure. He was just beginning to get a glance of what had happened, but apparently it concerned an escaped serial murderer named Jane and a boy named Jonathon.
Aziraphale placed a bookmark in the book. He hadn't sold any books today, which really made it a Good Day, but he felt that any day without Crowley - the absence still nagged at him - was a Bad Day. Perhaps if he ran into a few more friends before the end of the day it would just turn out to be a Nice Day. Er. Despite the approaching weather. Oh dear. He felt himself growing disappointed.